I know the feeling. [ It's a soft mumble, dropping his gaze to stare at his lap as he curls his fingers into his palm. A little harder, and he might actually feel it. ] And yeah... lots of someones. Even before I met Nero – I think that's the worst part about being in places like this. You never know when it's gonna be your last time seeing somebody.
[ He sinks down into the cushions. ]
S'why it's easier to try to make it count even if you've got your problems with whoever, you know?
[ v's breathing is a little louder just because he's drunk, but his soft words still make it over that. he buries his forehead against his arm, cradling the phone to his ear. ]
I ... wish I had told him more. About what had happened. About how I felt. We were always so different, but he was my brother.
[ But even that feels like a lie, feeling uncomfortable and uncertain and like a bad friend. Even worse, a hypocrite because he never takes his own advice. ]
Are you by yourself now? I can call someone to come get you, or... I dunno. If you don't wanna be alone, I can sit with you.
[ as if having an externally manifested part of himself with him is actually having someone with him. although she is doing a good job fussing over him and keeping him from slumping out of the chair.
he lets out a soft exhale. ]
I will.. call someone. When I am ready to go home. Thank you, Prompto.
[ prompto's gonna get a hella apology basket of stuff the next morning for v bothering him. ]
Okay... [ He doesn't know if he believes that, exactly, but in all honesty, he still hasn't figured out who else V is close to here (and he would never ask Nero to go check on him). ] If you need anything else, promise you'll call or text?
[ Otherwise, he's not going to be able to rest easy knowing he'd just hung up when he could have done something. ]
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[ He sinks down into the cushions. ]
S'why it's easier to try to make it count even if you've got your problems with whoever, you know?
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[ v's breathing is a little louder just because he's drunk, but his soft words still make it over that. he buries his forehead against his arm, cradling the phone to his ear. ]
I ... wish I had told him more. About what had happened. About how I felt. We were always so different, but he was my brother.
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[ But even that feels like a lie, feeling uncomfortable and uncertain and like a bad friend. Even worse, a hypocrite because he never takes his own advice. ]
Are you by yourself now? I can call someone to come get you, or... I dunno. If you don't wanna be alone, I can sit with you.
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[ as if having an externally manifested part of himself with him is actually having someone with him. although she is doing a good job fussing over him and keeping him from slumping out of the chair.
he lets out a soft exhale. ]
I will.. call someone. When I am ready to go home. Thank you, Prompto.
[ prompto's gonna get a hella apology basket of stuff the next morning for v bothering him. ]
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[ Otherwise, he's not going to be able to rest easy knowing he'd just hung up when he could have done something. ]
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[ and with THAT cryptic statement he .... ends the call. and will be definitely apologizing later. ]